The prisoner might escape under your nose."
"Not much chance," was the reply. "I wouldn't care if he did try, though.
I'd like to have a shot at him."
"Nice pleasant sort of a customer," Chester muttered to himself. Aloud,
he said: "Well, I was just giving you a word of warning. You can't tell
about these fellows. They're pretty slippery customers."
"Well, this one won't slip out of our clutches," declared the guard. "I
wonder if I hadn't better go in and have a look at him?"
"Can't be done," said Chester. "My instructions are to let no one pass."
"So are mine, but what has that to do with it?"
"A whole lot. I'm on guard in front here and I say you can't go in."
"Come now, be a good fellow, I want to have a look at the prisoner."
"Can't be done," returned Chester.
"You are a deucedly uncivil sort of a fellow," said the guard. "I don't
seem to know you. What's your name?"
"None of your business," returned Chester.
"Is that so? Suppose I make it some of my business," and the guard took a
threatening step forward.
"You'll be sorry, that's all."
"Think so, do you? Let me tell you something. I'm going to hunt you up in
the morning and have it out with you.
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